"are you serious?!" i laugh. he smiles, nodding his head. i run my fingers through his long hair, and play with a single strand that hangs in front of his face.
"well," i tuck the strand behind his ear.
"i'm glad you did." i whisper, kissing him.
"but you still owe me a cigarette." i mumble, my lips brushing over his. he breaks out into a smile.
"of course, babe."
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WHAT AM I EVEN WRITING IDK BUT I LOVE MATT HEALY WOO-also the image for this chapter i'm melting. ^^ also check out my fic we don't talk anymore its almost done:(
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Fanfiction1:02a.m. matty borrows a cigarette from a pretty girl just to talk to her. *lowercase intended
